Snapshot #27: How Sam and Valafar meet a Man and His Houndour
Written for spn_30snapshots.
Pairing: Gabriel/Sam
Table: #1-Elemental
Prompt #27: Fire
Word Count: 736
Spoilers: None
Rating: PG
Important note: This is a small piece of my new crossover 'verse so I would advise just looking over This post before reading this.
Summary: How Sam and Valafar meet a Man and His Houndour.
Link to Whole Table and Masterpost
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It was Valafar who reminded Sam that they needed to stop at the Pokemart to refill the potion stash. This task was always best left to him since Dean often got side-tracked and bought unneeded things just because they were on sale. Val dragged his backpack out from beneath the bed and Sam took the hint for what it was, quickly counting out their cash and palming only what he knew they'd need. He took the pack from Val with a grateful head rub and reached down to grab one of his brother's shoes from the floor between their beds.
Sam gripped it by the toes and stood before throwing the footwear at the human shaped lump beneath the covers of the opposite bed. It connected with a solid thump and the shape grunted, flailing with an unhappy noise to fight with the covers. From the floor at the end of the bed, Impala lifted her head, peering curiously over the edge at her master. Dean threw the blankets back and glared blearily at Sam, “What?”
“I'm going to the Pokemart, you need anything?”
“A new brother for starters.”
Sam smirked and gave a shrug, “alright man, your loss. Just don't bitch later.”
“You're the bitch.” Dean muttered, already mostly asleep again. Sam laughed and shared a look with Impala before heading over to the door where Val waited patiently.
“C'mon Valafar, I bet we'll be back before he even gets up.”
Val barked an agreement and led Sam out of the hotel room. The 'Mart wasn't far from the building they were staying and so the walk was only about ten minutes before the distinctive blue roof came into view.
There was a man waiting outside the Pokemart doors. He had messy black hair and very pretty blue eyes. Perched on his shoulder and the same shade of brown and tan as the man's trench coat was a fluffy Eevee.
Sam smiled a greeting and the man nodded in return, looking vaguely impatient as he passed into the store. The first thing to greet them was a colorful poster board advertising a 20% discount on potions. Grinning, Sam rubbed Val's head and tugged on his pack. “Looks like our lucky day, huh?”
The Growlithe followed close behind as his master headed straight for the HP/PP sale corner. Sam raked his eyes over the shelves of potions and grinned when he noticed a single max potion left.
“Sweet!” he exclaimed happily, snatching it off the shelf.
“Hey! Wait a sec!”
Sam startled at the voice and it made Val snarl in warning as they turned to face the man who had shouted. The guy was short, not that it meant much since Sam was taller then most people, had wavy chestnut hair and amber eyes. There was a stout Houndour at the man's side and their Pokemon eyed each other carefully.
“Hi.” Sam said uncertainly, “is something the matter?”
“That's the last max potion, isn't it?” the stranger looked worried, shifting from foot to foot.
“Um, yeah, actually.”
“Crap,” he muttered to himself before turning his eyes on Sam. “Look, man, my little brother's Pokemon is sick and I really need that potion. Please, can I have it instead?”
Sam thought for a moment, then shrugged and handed it over. The man took it with wide eyes and a dropped mouth.
“What? Wait, hold on, you're really letting me buy this?”
“Yeah sure. Why not? You need it more then I do and I was only getting it for the sale anyway. I'll just stick to Hypers.” he said dismissively.
“Wow, um, thank you.”
“No problem. I hope your brother's Pokemon gets better.”
“Yeah, uh, me too.” With one last incredulous look, the man disappeared toward checkout, the Houndour following faithfully.
Sam stuffed a hand into his hoodie pocket and stared after. “Something about that guy struck me as strange.” At his side, Valafar growled.
He spent five minutes gathering supplies and another seven just standing in checkout before finally making it back outside. The blue eyed man from before was gone and the sun was finally getting warm. Valafar stretched under the rays and make a noise of delight. Sam smiled down at his partner, then started back toward the direction of their hotel.
Pairing: Gabriel/Sam
Table: #1-Elemental
Prompt #27: Fire
Word Count: 736
Spoilers: None
Rating: PG
Important note: This is a small piece of my new crossover 'verse so I would advise just looking over This post before reading this.
Summary: How Sam and Valafar meet a Man and His Houndour.
Link to Whole Table and Masterpost
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It was Valafar who reminded Sam that they needed to stop at the Pokemart to refill the potion stash. This task was always best left to him since Dean often got side-tracked and bought unneeded things just because they were on sale. Val dragged his backpack out from beneath the bed and Sam took the hint for what it was, quickly counting out their cash and palming only what he knew they'd need. He took the pack from Val with a grateful head rub and reached down to grab one of his brother's shoes from the floor between their beds.
Sam gripped it by the toes and stood before throwing the footwear at the human shaped lump beneath the covers of the opposite bed. It connected with a solid thump and the shape grunted, flailing with an unhappy noise to fight with the covers. From the floor at the end of the bed, Impala lifted her head, peering curiously over the edge at her master. Dean threw the blankets back and glared blearily at Sam, “What?”
“I'm going to the Pokemart, you need anything?”
“A new brother for starters.”
Sam smirked and gave a shrug, “alright man, your loss. Just don't bitch later.”
“You're the bitch.” Dean muttered, already mostly asleep again. Sam laughed and shared a look with Impala before heading over to the door where Val waited patiently.
“C'mon Valafar, I bet we'll be back before he even gets up.”
Val barked an agreement and led Sam out of the hotel room. The 'Mart wasn't far from the building they were staying and so the walk was only about ten minutes before the distinctive blue roof came into view.
There was a man waiting outside the Pokemart doors. He had messy black hair and very pretty blue eyes. Perched on his shoulder and the same shade of brown and tan as the man's trench coat was a fluffy Eevee.
Sam smiled a greeting and the man nodded in return, looking vaguely impatient as he passed into the store. The first thing to greet them was a colorful poster board advertising a 20% discount on potions. Grinning, Sam rubbed Val's head and tugged on his pack. “Looks like our lucky day, huh?”
The Growlithe followed close behind as his master headed straight for the HP/PP sale corner. Sam raked his eyes over the shelves of potions and grinned when he noticed a single max potion left.
“Sweet!” he exclaimed happily, snatching it off the shelf.
“Hey! Wait a sec!”
Sam startled at the voice and it made Val snarl in warning as they turned to face the man who had shouted. The guy was short, not that it meant much since Sam was taller then most people, had wavy chestnut hair and amber eyes. There was a stout Houndour at the man's side and their Pokemon eyed each other carefully.
“Hi.” Sam said uncertainly, “is something the matter?”
“That's the last max potion, isn't it?” the stranger looked worried, shifting from foot to foot.
“Um, yeah, actually.”
“Crap,” he muttered to himself before turning his eyes on Sam. “Look, man, my little brother's Pokemon is sick and I really need that potion. Please, can I have it instead?”
Sam thought for a moment, then shrugged and handed it over. The man took it with wide eyes and a dropped mouth.
“What? Wait, hold on, you're really letting me buy this?”
“Yeah sure. Why not? You need it more then I do and I was only getting it for the sale anyway. I'll just stick to Hypers.” he said dismissively.
“Wow, um, thank you.”
“No problem. I hope your brother's Pokemon gets better.”
“Yeah, uh, me too.” With one last incredulous look, the man disappeared toward checkout, the Houndour following faithfully.
Sam stuffed a hand into his hoodie pocket and stared after. “Something about that guy struck me as strange.” At his side, Valafar growled.
He spent five minutes gathering supplies and another seven just standing in checkout before finally making it back outside. The blue eyed man from before was gone and the sun was finally getting warm. Valafar stretched under the rays and make a noise of delight. Sam smiled down at his partner, then started back toward the direction of their hotel.